Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.